For Audrey, my My Immortal buddy. I hope this makes you happy!

Just a thought I had during Gym Class...so yuppers. Read and please leave a review. All ownership of MCR is MCR's and My Immortal belongs to Tara Gilesbie or 'bloodyrists666' (check my fav author's list...)


Frank laughed, tears streaking down his face from pure mirth. If he read another ridiculously misspelled word, he was going to spontaneously combust. "Ger-Ger-Gerard," he gasped through his peals of laughter, "You have to-to read this!"

"What is it, Frank?" the lead singer walked out of the bathroom, zipping up his fly. "Please don't tell me it's another fan fiction about us being gay."

"Nope," Frank sighed, finally regaining his breath. "It is a fan fiction though. It's called 'My Immortal' by 'bloodyrists666'. I can't stop laughing. She can't spell, and you should see some of the stuff she's written about us."

"What do you mean?" Gerard asked, leaning over Frank's shoulder to read some of the author's notes from chapter 1. "I'm a major what-ing hotty?"

"Hold on, let's skip ahead to our concert at Hogsmeade. What is a muggle band doing in the Potter-Verse?" Frank said with another giggle. Gerard rolled his eyes.

"You really need to stop reading some of this crap," he said, glaring down at his best friend.

"I know, but read this!"

Gerard's hazel eyes scanned the page, growing larger and more confused with each and every nearly unreadable word.

We ran happily to Hogsmede. There we saw the stage where GC had played. We ran in happly. MCR were there playing 'Helena'. I was so f***ing happy! Gerard looked even sexier than he did in da pictures. Even Draco thought so, I could totally see him getting an erection but it didn't matter cuz I knew know that we were da only true ones for eachother. I was wearing a black leather minidress and black leather platinum boots with red ripped fishnets. Draco was wearing a black baggy MCR t-shirt and black baggy pants. Anyway, we stated moshing to Helena. We frenched. We ran up 2 the front of the band to stage-dive. Suddenly, Gerard pulled off his mask. So did the others. We gasped. It wasn't them at all. It was.,... Volsemort and da Death Dealers!

"I turn into Voldemort?" Gerard shrieked with dismay, staring forlornly at the screen, "And I'm a cross-dresser?"

"Oh yeah. Plus, she writes this crap at the beginning of every chapter about how 'MCR Rox!' it's obnoxious!" Frank laughed, and then became completely serious. He started to yell at the screen. "And hey, I'm stuck as a stupid Death Dealer. I think it's pronounced 'Death Eater' but what do I know? I only READ THE ENTIRE SERIES!"

"What's this called again?" Gerard asked.

"My Immortal."

"Oh goodness," Gerard sighed. "Here we go again."

"Oh, and she thinks bi or gay guys are super hot! Maybe she'll write a Frerard," Frank smirked over at Gee suggestively. Gerard shivered visible.

"If she tries to write a Frerard, I will personally hunt her down and hide all of her electronics. Then I'll kidnap her, tie her up, and leave her in a dark field. Okay?" Gee asked, his breathing shallow.

"Whatever you say, sweets." Frank smiled and went back to reading.

A few minutes later, more raucous laughing rocked the bus.